My initial dream scenario for this was for it to happen in the board room during an all-hands meeting--someone at the table yells "I am a firetruck!" and starts spinning in his chair, all the while people continue to try to have the meeting while he wee-woos in the background.
Yes, our poor mediator is holding a giant turkey leg. I have a small obsession with eating a giant turkey leg. I went to the saddest Ren faire once, and they did not have them. All they had was some mixed nuts, a jerk chicken stand, and some hot dogs. My guess is that giant turkey legs are actually pretty bad, and probably really dry, but I like the idea of taking a big bite out of one. Maybe someday...
